Disclaimer: Yo holmses, I do not own Bully.
Author's Note: I have just finished mapping out what will be happening in the rest of the chapters in my story (it actually gets interesting). I hope that people will stick with me until the end. Thank you readers! :3
A Boy Named Troy
Chapter Nine
Vance actually whistled as he left the boys' dorm and made his way to shop. "It was nice seein' him again." he contently thought, passing a few young girls that were standing in a circle. He threw a wink and a wave at them. Squeals hit his back, which was barer than usual. "Too bad Jim's got him now."
The shop was empty, a surprise that Vance wasted very little time thinking about. As he dug around in a cardboard box on a shelf for a certain wrench, he could hear boots meeting the concrete floor. Taking a quick check over his shoulder, he saw it was good ol' Johnny V. That was no shock. Johnny may have graduated the year earlier, but he was still their leader and came around every so often. "What's goin' round--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah you're gonna rhyme. What else is new?"
"Hey, people always said I was a real good poet." Vance turned to face Johnny, thankful that his earlobe was taped up. The last time he and his dame got into it, she tore his gold ring right out of his head. The mangled flesh was more than enough to make him clutch his stomach.
"Ain't you one of us no more?" Johnny seemed heated.
"What're you talkin' about?"
"Where's you jacket?"
"Oh that." He peered down at the tight black shirt that was pulled over his torso. "My friend got a lil' chilly last night, so I borrowed it to him. That's all."
Johnny came up fast, showing off his large height and size advantage. His leader pushed him hard in the shoulder. "It was that damn Gordo kid, wasn't it?"
"Yeah." Vance tried to show no weakness in his reply. It was completely blown though when he tried to take a step away, but was stopped by a tool bench that was already pressed into his back. "What's wrong with that? I thought you an' Lola was past that."
His comment made the big guy back off a bit. Johnny shook his head, holding his hands way up as if in defense against himself. "Whoa, whoa, I am- we are way over that shit." He took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from a pocket over his heart. Shaking a little, he brought one to his mouth and lit it. His feet began moving him round and round, pacing circular paths, and would not stop.
"You're not gonna bother him none, are ya?" Truthfully, Vance was thrown off by the way his normally cool leader was acting.
"Course I won't; I don't hit queens." Johnny gleefully chuckled to himself. Vance crossed his arms in distaste and started to slowly turn away. "And by that I mean he's Jimmy's queen. Jimmy's the king and Gordo's his queen. But not for long Vance, not for long." Johnny's speech speeded up as every word drew him closer to his underling.
"What're ya talkin' about? Those two love each other." Vance surprised himself by how bitter sounding his last words had come out.
Again, Johnny laughed, this time clapping an arm around Vance's shoulder. "No, the kid loves you boyo. The kid loves you and I can help you reel him in. All you gotta do is listen to me."
Vance raised an eyebrow. "I ain't no dummy. Why would you want me and him to be together?"
"Ey!" Johnny roughly poked him in the chest with his free hand. "We greasers aren't like any of those other groups; we stick together and help each otha out, no matter what. No matter what!"
Vance considered this and shrugged. It was true. "Alright, I'm listenin'."
